There are certain moments when we might wish the future were built by men of the past.
Think? Why think! We have computers to do that for us.
Kill one man, and you are a murderer. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill them all, and you are a god.
When I was young I pitied the old. Now old, it is the young I pity.
It is horrible to see everything that one detested in the past coming back wearing the colors of the future.
My pessimism extends to the point of even suspecting the sincerity of other pessimists.